When I wake up, my first instinct is to ask Little Helper to check my status, but it hesitates, questioning my certainty. Frustrated, I demand that it opens the status screen without further delay.

Name: Methuselah, the Hereafter

Blessing: Demon God of Unity

Level: 6

HP: 150/150

Mana: 200/200

Estimated Attack Power: 20

Speed: 10

Skills: Little Helper, Vine Control, Flight, Nature’s Calling, Health Monitor, Baby Booster, Blessed Seeker

The realization hits me—I can no longer endure this endless confinement. Excluding the time I spent in my mother's womb, I have been trapped within this room for five long years. To combat the monotony, my father engaged me in rigorous workouts, inadvertently making me remarkably strong for my age. Despite my mother's attempts to intervene, I persisted, assuring her that this was what I desired. Without these activities, I would have lost my mind long ago.

I love my parents dearly and wouldn't trade them for anything, but I have another purpose in life. The Creator sent me to protect this world, yet I remain oblivious to the imminent threats it faces. My attempts to discuss the outside world with my parents have been met with evasiveness. They wear expressions of sadness and shame, silently pleading for me to stop my inquiries. Even my attempts to open myself to their thoughts proved fruitless. I can bear this ignorance no longer; I must escape this room by any means necessary.

Approaching the solitary door, I fix my gaze upon it, as if it represents the torment plaguing my mind. I know my parents are absent, as they always leave at this time, never responding to my calls. This may be my sole opportunity for a while, especially if I am discovered. I try pulling on the handle once more, hoping for a stroke of luck, but it remains steadfast. Surveying the room, I grab a chair and forcefully slam it against the door, leaving visible chips. Raising the chair again, I relentlessly pound on the door, repeating the action several times before collapsing onto the ground.

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As I rise, drenched in sweat, I am astonished by the sight before me—the door remains unyielding, but a glimmer of light seeps through the cracks. Does this mean that this room is not part of a larger house, but a solitary chamber?

"Keep going," urges Little Helper, prompting me to seize the shattered chair, only to witness it crumble in my hands. I must have exerted excessive force upon it. Returning my attention to the minuscule hole, I extend my hand and extract a splinter of wood. Examining my hands, a revelation strikes me, and I understand what I must do.

Driven by an uncontrollable force, my hands begin tearing at the door on their own accord. I can feel my health points dwindling, making Little Helper's warning unnecessary. Although I have a few scales to protect my hands, some fragments still manage to pierce through. An excruciating pain courses through me as a jagged piece of wood embeds itself in my palm. With determination, I forcefully remove it, allowing blood to flow freely. Oblivious to the crimson stains on my hand, I persevere, and the aperture grows larger, allowing more light to permeate the room.

Finally, I manage to crawl out, collapsing onto the ground and being enveloped by an overwhelming wave of radiance descending from above. Summoning all my strength, I lift my head, and what I behold leaves me astounded. We find ourselves within a cave entirely adorned with crystalline formations. Struggling to stay conscious, I hear my

father's voice pierces through the haze of darkness. He descends with majestic, powerful wings, carrying my weeping mother in his arms.

As he gently places her on the ground, she conjures a pile of rose petals, landing gracefully upon them. Kneeling beside me, she strokes my skin tenderly, emanating a surge of energy from her hands, enveloped in a vibrant green light. I realize she possesses the ability to heal, but even her restorative powers fail to replenish my fading stamina. Overwhelmed by fatigue, I manage to muster the strength to inquire, "Where are we?" before surrendering to the encroaching darkness.